Esterville (Book 1)

Chapter 7: Mike's Threat

Seconds after the officer left, the duo went up to Oliver's bedroom and closed the door.

"Your room is depressing," noted Amelia.

For once in his life, Oliver didn't laugh or rolled his eyes at her blunt comment.

His room is depressing: he had gray walls, a messy, gray bed, a black bookshelf, a desk, a small, black carpet, and a closet.

Books on mythology, Latin, Greek, monsters, and guides on how to catch goblins are stored away in shelves.

Oliver's desk is covered in wax candles, matches, tarot cards, and drawings of ancient circles.

Blue boxes of Kosher salt sat stiffly on Oliver's bed, lingering next to the silver bottles of holy water.

Since Oliver couldn't find a proper space for his supplies, he put them on his bed for safekeeping.

He had gotten the holy water from his pastor Father Jacobs, who taught him how to speak Latin clearly, as well as recite Bible verses from memory.

Jacobs treated Oliver like the father he never knew, but by the time Oliver turned nine, Father Jacobs died unexpectedly in a car accident.

His friends and family wept for Father Jacobs, holding a funeral for the once great pastor. In honor of his memory, Oliver kept a necklace of Jesus's cross under his pillow.

Because of him, Oliver believed in demons and mythical beasts.

After Father Jacobs' funeral, he demon-proofed the house: sprinkling Kosher salt and making ancient circles became Oliver's specialty.

He would also study ancient writings, carry talismans and amulets around the house.

By the time Oliver turned fourteen, he had the Old and New Testament memorized.

"Ugh, mind control makes me tired."

"You're a vampire, you never get tired."

Amelia lifts her shoulders and slumped them back down again.

"Mike and Allison have to be a thing," said Amelia, staring at the ceiling.

"Really?" Oliver laughed. "How can you tell?"

The vampire slowly swerves her head to look at Oliver.

"Oh, that's right." he chuckled. " 'Female instincts'".

She giggled at this.

"Are you into Harriet?"

Oliver's cheeks instantly turned bright red.

"Not this again."

"Are you?"

"Amelia, we should be focused on Mike-"

"Don't make me use my mind control powers on you." she threatened jokingly.

His green eyes diminished for a moment, then grew dark.

But eventually, Oliver nods his head.

"Fine," he admits. "I do like Harriet Wilde."

"Then, ask her out."

"No one wants to go out with a Harry Potter nerd like me."

Amelia grunts then faced her eyes back to the ceiling.

Suddenly, she looks at Oliver again, but this time, Amelia looks excited.

"Here's an idea: why don't you cast a love spell?"